Coincidentally, Grandma Rui told Mrs. Meng what happened outside.
When she heard Meng Jia's words, she couldn't bear it. She blushed and said, "Sansan, I didn't mean it..."
Meng Jia gave her a cold look and said, "Sister-in-law, I have grown up and have a family. There are differences between my inner and outer life. It is very inappropriate for you to call me by my nickname."
Grandma Rui's face turned red and she was completely ashamed: "I'm sorry, I, ugh... there's something going on outside, I'll leave first."
She hurried out and Lin Mi didn't stay with her this time.
Mrs. Meng regained her breath and said angrily: "Kneel down for me, you evildoer!"
Meng Jia lowered his head and knelt down without saying a word.
Seeing this, another female family member hurriedly said: "Oh, I remembered that there are still people who want to receive white cloth. I have to go quickly. Auntie, just curse a few words. Don't be angry with yourself."
Mrs. Meng had tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry for you."
"Don't say that." The female family member glanced at Meng Jia quietly and left in a hurry.
Lin Mi pulled her handkerchief, knelt down next to Meng Jia, and said worriedly: "Mother-in-law, please don't be angry. My husband must have his reasons for doing this. It's better not to have relatives who can't effectively help but become a drag."
Mrs. Meng glanced at her in surprise. It was hard to imagine that she, who had repeatedly provoked Mu Yunhan to humiliate herself, could still have such insight.
But Mrs. Meng did not show it, but said calmly: "I know you are filial, but you just got married, so you don't know these things.
You can't just rely on outsiders for external matters. Even though you are a bride, you have to learn how to be a director. This is the best opportunity to get started. Go ahead."
Lin Mi was secretly happy in her heart and timidly looked at Meng Jia. Seeing his expressionless face, she whispered: "Husband, I'm going to go now. Please tell your mother-in-law, don't be anxious and don't be angry."
Meng Jia nodded slightly, and then she walked out happily.
Meng Jia looked at her back with a complicated expression.
"Get up." Mrs. Meng sighed and patted the couch: "Come and sit next to mother."
Meng Jia stood up and sat down next to her. Mrs. Meng touched his head tremblingly and sighed in a low voice: "My poor child, it's all because we pampered you too much in the past, and now you have to suffer like this."
Meng Jia's nose was slightly sour, but she held it back, showing a nonchalant look: "I'm not suffering, but I have my own ideas and ways of dealing with it, mother, please just leave it alone, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not an old fool."
Mrs. Meng said: "Your father left too quickly and left many things unexplained to you. Fortunately, I am still here.
Your wife is right, it is better to have no relatives who are not helpful and will only hold you back.
Your father is gone, and we can't cover up or take care of those things for them. Let's take advantage of this opportunity to break it off."
Meng Jia was full of surprise: "Mom, don't you blame me?"
Mrs. Meng said calmly: "You were born to me and are the closest to me. How could I blame you for them? Even if you want to turn the world upside down, I still won't blame you."
"Mother..." Meng Jia's eyes were red, and he slid from the couch to the ground, buried his head in Mrs. Meng's lap, and choked out: "I just want to break everything that needs to be broken, so as not to be dragged down by them.
Or drag them down."
"Those who will stay will always stay, and those who should leave will leave sooner or later, so be it." Mrs. Meng said calmly: "Your father told you before he died, who set the fire in Pucheng?"